Lory helped tuck Pennyfeather’s blanket around Anne, though couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the smell.

She glanced over at Benjamin, flinched, and held tight to Anne, vomit smell and all. She glanced to Alice when she shrieked.

“Do you know him?” she frowned.

The fellow had looked pretty (almost … Cheri, pretty), though she wondered what would be left of the bloke’s looks after Benjamin and the uselessly gawking crowd was done with him.